She returned several hours later, looking somewhat troubled. Turns out that
he had continued his act of entirely failing to notice any of her advances
(or maybe he just doesn't
like her). But while she was there, she noticed a small glass jar, perhaps
five centimetres in diameter, filled with a number of white slivers. On
closer inspection, these turned out to be toenail clippings. Thinking that her eyesight must be
failing more than usual, she discreetly enquired about the jar.

"Oh, yeah, those are my toenails! Don't worry,
I only keep the best ones."